A few days after the "righteous and courageous" incident, when Su Feng and his father came out of the police station, they met Yang Lisha at the door, he thought it was just a coincidence, but now that he thinks about it, her reaction at that time seems to be a little strange.

I still remember that it was the third day after he came back from the hospital, and the case handlers of the police station contacted Su Huaqiang and asked them if they could go to the police station to verify what fell at the scene that day. Because it was too late on the night of the crime, many scattered things were picked up by the masses later and handed in.

Su Feng was bored at home, and as soon as he heard about it, he took the initiative to ask himself to go too, and his mother approved, but he just told Su Huaqiang to take care of his son's arm and not touch it again.

In the past few days, he has experienced unprecedented love at home, which makes Su Feng very uncomfortable. Although he was happy that he didn't go to school for a valid reason, he couldn't even make a phone call under his parents' noses every day.

The old police officer who received them in the police station was still the old police officer who received the police that day, he gave a happy thumbs up when he saw Su Feng, and praised Su Huaqiang for his good education, while beckoning his colleagues to make them tea, while taking the initiative to talk about the thief that day, saying that he had also moved to the detention center two days ago.

"That kid is about the same age as your son, and if you don't read a good book, you will take this kind of detour." The old police officer blew the strong tea in his cup and sighed.

Su Huaqiang also nodded, and looked back at his son with a bandage on his arm next to him, and his eyes were not disgusted for the first time.

Su Feng's attention was not on their conversation, he carefully checked the few items on the table, including his keychain, a few homework books, and a fountain pen.

"Is that all?" Su Feng flipped through for a long time and found that there was nothing he was looking for, and looked up to ask the two people who spoke.

"That's all, what, what's missing? Xiao Wang, did you still have anything to bring from the scene that day? The old officer turned back to the young officer behind him who was sorting through the papers.

"Have you picked up such a big piece of paper, folded up, it's a painting?" Su Feng raised his body and gestured with his hand.

The young police officer surnamed Wang walked over with a record book, checked the things on the table one by one, and then shook his head: "No, everything is here." ”

"What painting? What's the use? Su Huaqiang saw that his son insisted on looking at the register, and couldn't help but interject and ask.

Su Feng bit his lip and carefully examined the booklet in his hand, but did not respond to his father's inquiry.

Su Huaqiang glanced at the old police officer next to him, cleared his throat awkwardly, raised his voice and said: "It's just a piece of paper, maybe it will be swept away as garbage a long time ago, where do you let the police find it for you." ”

Su Feng frowned, let go of the hand holding the register, and sat back in his seat with some disappointment.

"Well, what are you talking about? Do you want someone to help you adjust the monitor? The old police officer looked at Su Feng's lonely expression and couldn't help but take the initiative.

"Is that okay?" "No!" Su Feng and Su Huaqiang blurted out almost at the same time, and Su Huaqiang glared at his son helplessly: "A piece of paper, why are you making so much trouble?" What kind of painting, go back and paint it again. ”

"But ......"

"But what's the matter, let's go home if it's okay, the police are still busy." Su Huaqiang got up and thanked the old policeman, and glanced at his son with an unconvinced face: "Your mother is waiting for the cooking, let's go." ”